small child big bed lost in a room lost in her head The gray of her days by a rectangle window gave slight to light and tossed the lines haphazard and tangled. There came a knocking a pounding thrice times in the days shook the frame of her mind until crazy with fright! surrender surrender … More Bang
Ah, poetry, spring is really giving birth to my creative writing these days. Though this one leans toward the sad side. Within us, there are always sad corners, dark spaces, I believe. I cannot imagine anyone living the perfect life. There are times, we slip into the gray, yes? And they need voices too. ——————————————– … More Home
Sleeping seed, awake to the rain that nourishes your roots and helps you to grow, uncurl through the womb that grips you, the moist damp soil that cradles you. Feel the soil tremble and the pebbles, shudder. The skies open and release. A deluge with the crash of thunder. Under the terrible moody skies. The … More Yearning
INTO THIS DEEP 